The trees at sunrise.

And here's Meade's view of the sunrise....

"In the summer of 2025, a staffer for Mary Peltola, the Alaska Democrat who was eyeing a run for Senate, received unusual instructions from top campaign aides: Find as many people named Dan Sullivan in Alaska as you can."

"The staffer complied, combing through voter records to produce a list of Dan Sullivans from across the state.... Dan S. Sullivan is the name of the state’s Republican senator. And if the Peltola campaign or its allies could track down and persuade another Dan Sullivan to run for Senate, the confusion could cost the senator crucial votes on the state’s unusual, four-person ballot.... This spring, a retired teacher from a tiny fishing village along the Alaska Panhandle, reachable only by air and sea, announced his candidacy for Senate. His name was Dan J. Sullivan. The Peltola campaign has repeatedly denied any involvement in his candidacy. But The Times has found, based on interviews and text messages, along with documents prepared for a potential lawsuit against the campaign, that not only did Ms. Peltola’s team work with people trying to recruit Mr. Sullivan to run for Senate, but the effort was much broader. The group worked to coax other would-be spoilers into the race, to dilute the incumbent’s support and help catapult the Democrat to victory...."

The NYT exposes Peltola, in "Inside Democrats’ Secret Effort to Stack Alaska’s Ballot/Operatives aligned with Mary Peltola, the Democratic nominee for Senate, spent months recruiting candidates to peel votes from Senator Dan Sullivan, the Republican." 

That's a gift link. It's a long article, so check it out, especially if you're inclined to think the NYT is always just trying to help Democrats.

"I was promised Kermit the Gangster Frog, and didn’t get a photo of such a poster."

Said Gus, the top-rated commenter at the NYT article "Kermit the Gangster Frog? Only in These Vintage Ghanaian Movie Posters/In the 1980s, video clubs in Ghana used hand-painted posters to draw African audiences to Hollywood movies. Now they’re attracting American film buffs."

Lots of great photos of posters at the NYT article, and here's the one they didn't think was worth a photograph but that proved so enticing as click bait. It got me. Sure, Kermit the Gangster Frog. I'm clicking. 

The lakeshore path at sunrise.

They're frying the animals.

Trump on solar panels: "They kill all the animals. The animals jump on them and they fry." pic.twitter.com/EShkbJ7oJ1

— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) October 28, 2026

"They came up big today. It's going to be hard.... It's when you're achieving something like this, it's going to have its adversity."

"You know, we had some things go our way yesterday. They had some things go their way this today. So that's the way it is. You just live with it. And if you're a competitor, you you wake up tomorrow morning, come ready to play. [Will the plan tomorrow be Misiorowski?] Yeah. And and to have that as, you know, your guy for this type of situation. Um Yeah. I mean, it's all hands on deck, you know, you just you can write it up and and hope that they perform like the best back of their baseball card, but that doesn't always happen, you know. So, you just you go with what you you believe is the the deal. And um you know, I trust our guys."

Pure baseball talk, from Brewers manager Pat Murphy, after last night's loss to the Rays.

"Just in case you forgot about the horrors of the world for half a second."

Watching everyone Stand Up to Cancer at the World Series reminded me of the most hilarious Bill Burr bit of all time 😂 #WorldSeries https://t.co/LCkT0GQCOn

— Junior Terrazas (@terrazas_junior) October 28, 2026

Hilarious, but he is obviously deliberately luring his antagonists to display homophobia.

Trump: I love the meat! Ahhhh! I love it, look! *gestures* pic.twitter.com/TV3OGDz4o0

— FactPost (@factpostnews) October 27, 2026

To see the homophobia display by Trump antagonists, read the responses to this video, here, at X.

ADDED: "This post got my 'homophobia politics' tag, and I clicked and looked back to see where that went. The original post that motivated me to make the tag was 'Emerging trend: Democrats insinuating that Republican politicians are gay ('I'm saying this is a trend to watch, because I'm seeing the second example of something within one week'). That was something that was going on in 2014. Remember? I didn't."

Why is that in quotes? Because I wrote it back in February 2020, in a post titled "You know I think Biden's new anti-Buttigieg ad is homophobic." And I'm using the tag again today and finding it interesting, again, to go back and see where I have used it before. 

AND: Here's Trump critiquing the press for excerpting the very thing I'm saying he knows they're going to excerpt and means for them to excerpt (and I'm crediting him with cleverness for setting multiple damaging traps and having fun with it):

Trump: The fake news only covered the ass part. They said 'what the hell was Trump doing talking about a man's anatomy? He was talking about his ass.' I studied his ass to see where the power came from pic.twitter.com/ClGLdKarW7

— Headquarters (@HQNewsNow) October 28, 2026

Sunrise on the lake.

Afternoon in the woods:

"What’s the most memorable place you’ve cried in New York? (Be specific!)"

The NYT is soliciting stories about crying in the city. Fill out the form they have at "New Yorkers, Where’s the Best Place to Cry in the City? To help us report an upcoming article, we want to hear about all the places you’ve cried — subways, sidewalks, stoops, saunas and beyond."

I know from listening to pop songs over the years that the best place to cry is in the rain.

You cry in the rain so no one can tell you're crying. Similar but importantly different is "Raindrops" by Dee Clark. There, the man is crying, but he's in denial: "Oh no, it can't be teardrops/For a man ain't supposed to cry." It's not raining at all.

And here's Flight of the Conchords playing with the same idea:

There's also the situation where it really is raining and you nevertheless are perfectly aware that a person is crying. Most notably: "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain."

"So we had the privelege [sic] to watch one of the most amazing team performances in a World Series in history. And we wake up to see a summary of the game..."

"... and this is what we get? No offense to the author, but my goodness WaPo, what an embarrassment."

That's the top-rated comment on the main World Series article featured on the front page of The Washington Post. It's titled: "How a World Series team turns batting practice music into psychological warfare/The Milwaukee Brewers are famous for playing sleeping tunes during their opponents’ pregame sessions. So the Tampa Bay Rays came prepared."

And here's the last paragraph: "The World Series thus far has been tight, with the first two games, both Milwaukee wins, decided by a run apiece. The margins can come from anywhere, and the Rays’ chance to retaliate awaits. Game 3 begins at 8 p.m. in Tampa. But first, batting practice."

Here's the entire sports coverage on the front page, right now:

Game 3 has been over for more than 12 hours. It was quite something, 10 to 1, and nobody should be saying "The World Series thus far has been tight" at this point. But I get it. The Washington Post's sports coverage is for people who basically don't care about sports. So you get sports with music, sports with Paris, and sports with "short kings."

"Over the years, she dated several younger men, including a Russian 25 years her junior whom she met in the parking lot of a grocery store..."

"... where she found him admiring her Porsche Boxster. A month into the relationship, he casually mentioned that the last woman he dated paid him $1,000 a month. That’s when she implemented a new rule: 'I said, "From now on, they have to have been born when Kennedy was shot."'"

From "Boomer women are dating after divorce. Men don’t always meet their standards. In the 1990s, baby boomer women set records for divorce. Thirty years later, how’s their love life?" (WaPo)(gift link).

It's interesting — isn't it? — the rules people make as they try to guard against making the same mistake again. I would have thought: Get rid of that Porsche. Or at least: Don't trust anything that starts with him admiring your Porsche Boxster in a grocery store parking lot.

"Another way in which antidepressants may work involves the enhancement of neuroplasticity..."

".... or the brain’s ability to reorganize its structure and connections. Continued treatment with antidepressants may bolster brain chemicals and processes that promote neuroplasticity. (Psychedelics are thought to work as a treatment for depression and anxiety, in part, for a similar reason.) The hypothesis is that the drugs open a 'window' of plasticity through which the brain has a renewed ability to change the way it is wired. Patients treated with antidepressants often feel more mentally malleable and better able to move away from unhelpful thinking patterns. Some researchers have proposed that we should think about antidepressants as relieving a kind of cognitive constipation."

From "Millions Use Antidepressants. We Still Don’t Understand How They Work. Here’s how psychiatrists like me think about the most promising hypotheses" (NYT).

"I'm really good at real estate and fixing things. I fix things very good..... I always build beautiful and inexpensive.... I can do it naturally.... It actually relaxes me...."

"If you would have seen the White House...  it was in horrible condition.... The plaster was falling off the exterior.... They had four or five windows where literally the ornamentation was up on one side and had fallen off or half fallen off in the other. And I fixed it. We made a mold of the good one and we put it on the other one and we got it all beautiful. And then we skim coated with an exterior plaster that's phenomenal. The entire exterior with the best artisans you've ever seen.... The White House is now in better shape than it was in 1792, when it was built.... Look, tell Obama the following: The White House is a symbol of America. And when it's dirty, filthy dirty and broken, when the windows are cracked, when the exterior monuments — they call them monuments on the outside — when they're good on one side but missing on the other side of a window, people notice that... 20 years ago, I came into the White House and... I said, 'Man, this place is in bad shape.'... It's been a long time... and I made up for lost time.... And I didn't take any time. I'd literally do it when I walk home from the Oval. I'd walk I'd look up. I'd say, 'Boy, that wall is really bad. Let's go. We got to fix it, fellas.'... And I would try and explain that to a guy like Obama, but he wouldn't understand. He doesn't he doesn't understand the White House has to be clean, pristine, beautiful. It can't have cracks in the column. It can't have big blotches of stone laying outside on the ground from 30 years ago.... Nobody loved it like I do. Nobody loved it. And now the White House is in beautiful shape...."

"We merely believed two of the most powerful cultural icons of our time. Bill Cosby and Bill Clinton..."

"... each pointed my generation of aspirational teenagers toward a Black Camelot.... [Cosby] invested the cultural capital of being America’s dad into becoming America’s minister on Black aspirations. Despite being raised in subsidized public housing in Philadelphia, the comedian Cosby merged with the well-to-do Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable of 'The Cosby Show.' That’s the Bill who built Hillman to show Black families what was possible. But it was another Bill — William Jefferson Clinton — who made Cosby’s fictional world feel like an early draft of the real world. Clinton gave us Black cool in a white Southern package. He was from a place called Hope, like a divinely chosen character we could have learned about in vacation Bible school. He played saxophone on 'The Arsenio Hall Show' and prayed well in Black churches. His casual affinity with and for Black Southern culture was political gold...."

Writes Tressie McMillan Cottom, in a new piece in the NYT called "I Believed in the Promise of Hillman College. What Happened?"

Sunrise.

Write about whatever you like in the comments... including the Brewers game, World Series game 3.

"Grading for correctness just adds a huge incentive for them to use AI for homework instead of doing it themselves, and penalizes students for honesty."

Said UC Berkeley professor (and winner of the Fields Medal) Richard Borcherds.

Quoted in "UC Berkeley professor refuses to grade his students’ homework after noticing worrying trend: 'No point'" (NY Post).

"France has beautiful days ahead of it... its recovery begins here in Orléans. This is the symbol of the fight against stupidity, against abandonment, against resignation."

Said Marine Le Pen, addressing supporters of France’s "far-right" National Rally in Orléans (where Joan of Arc defended France in 1429):

The lakeshore woods at first light.

"He was a one of one. Anything he’d seen, he could draw for you — like the logo of a defunct 1910s company or a piece of footwear."

"He was like a visual savant. It was weird. You would refer to something visual, and he’d go, 'Oh, yeah, I can sketch that up for you.'"

Said Ethan Coen, quoted in "J. Todd Anderson Has Died. The Coen Brothers May Be Lost Without Him. The storyboard artist produced scene-by-scene sketches that shaped films like “Fargo,” “The Big Lebowski” and 'No Country for Old Men'" (NYT)(gift link, lots of drawings and photos).

"What happened to the internet? It used to be fun. Look at me in 2012. But lately, it's gotten a little weird...."

"The Parks Department sees an old, decaying, noncompliant place. We see versatile, high-quality, high-performance equipment."

Said Salo Coslovsky, an associate professor of urban planning, quoted in "New Fight at Gritty Manhattan Park Is Over ‘Punk Rock’ Pull-Up Bars/The Parks Department has a $10 million plan to renovate the northeast corner of Tompkins Square Park, but fans of its workout bars want things to stay just as they are" (NYT).

The idea that it's "punk rock" comes from a personal trainer, Danny Kavaldo: "People don’t come here to get the newest, shiniest equipment; people come here because it’s Tompkins Square Park. There’s an energy you can feel, it’s gritty, it’s punk rock, it’s the East Village."

"In a 1993 cover story — 'Revenge of the Philistines' was the headline — Forbes lumped a Stankard piece in with 'junk collectibles.'"

"If he heard the sneering, Mr. Stankard did not seem to care. A devout Catholic, he saw melting his woodland worlds into miniature as a higher calling. Wearing purple didymium lenses to protect his eyes from the sodium flare heated glass emits, Mr. Stankard worked beneath a Benedictine motto: Laborare est orare, Latin for 'to work is to pray.'"

From "Paul Stankard Has Died. Behold What He Did With Paperweights. Yes, paperweights. Working over a nearly 5,000-degree gas flame, he created glass marvels that sold for tens of thousands of dollars. He was 83" (NYT)(gift link, with photos).

I thought the whole thing was a joke, but there really are stingrays on view — and available for touching — at Tropicana Field.

Aaron Ashby and Brice Turang finding out there are stingrays in a tank in Tropicana Field is straight comedy 😂😂 #Brewers #WorldSeries https://t.co/eYD2tnaHVV

— Cameron Ezeir (@camezeir) October 26, 2026

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I don't approve. Leave animals alone. But isn't a stingray the beast that took out the Crocodile Hunter? I look a bit more closely at the truth/fiction of this special feature of the Rays' ballpark. These are not stingrays but cownose rays. Still, I would leave fish alone. (Yes, they are fish, cartilaginous fishes, like sharks. No bones!)

"But Ladies’ Man: The Careless Heart of John F Kennedy is far more interesting than its tacky title suggests."

"(Sloppy subtitle too: Kennedy’s heart was not exactly the organ he was putting about back then.) Leamer has become known for telling the stories of the people around a famous person: Capote’s Women, Hitchcock’s Blondes, Warhol’s Muses — you get the picture. He goes through the stories of some of Kennedy’s mistresses here and includes first-hand interviews with the few still surviving, such as the posh Radcliffe student Diana de Vegh, whom Kennedy eventually installed as a researcher in the White House so he could have quickies with her in the Lincoln Bedroom. 'It was chit and chat and then some sex and then go home,' de Vegh tells Leamer, making Kennedy’s seduction methods sound on a par with a teenage boy’s...."

From "Why did JFK risk everything for casual sex?/In Ladies’ Man, Laurence Leamer asks what drove President Kennedy to conduct affairs with everyone from his secretary to an alleged Nazi spy" (London Times). 

"Leamer’s main argument is that Kennedy’s compulsive sex life was driven by his poor health.... He also had repeated painful STDs due to his refusal to wear condoms.... If I had to pick Kennedy’s lowest point in this book

"No sooner had we had that first dinner at the White House, which is a very seductive and beautiful place..."

"... Bill [Mayer] wanted to come back. The Gofer called me multiple times, saying how much Bill loves me, that he respects me more than anybody, and wants to come back for a second meeting... Also, I wanted to tell Bill that he’s a major POTHEAD. He’s got to stop, it’s very bad for his health. He looked like hell this time. Bill was drunk and had alcohol in his hand as he walked through the White House. Stephen A. Smith and Kid Rock came along with him.... After the first dinner, Bill Maher was friendly, I guess, everyone walked away pleased. He gave me a good first show, with lots of Laughing Machine laughter, which is a real term, but it is what it is, and then reverted back to his former self, and his old ways. I understand that. He’s doing his thing. I never took it very personally. I would always mock his Low Ratings, whenever I heard. He’s not a nice guy, and what he spouts isn’t what he believes. He has to cater to his base, which is mostly composed of Losers, and people who don’t like working...."

A snippet from Trump's long Truth Social post about his second dinner with Bill Maher, which he's writing only after Bill Maher talked about the dinner on his show last Friday.

Here's a little of what Bill said that irked Trump so much:

And here's some coverage of the dinner that preceded Bill Maher's show. It's from "The View," but it include clips of Trump saying everything was great:

The Art of the Baseball.

Apollo and Daphne, by Daniel Seiter, 1675-99, 📸 by Jeff Phelps https://t.co/kzcgBxN1eh

— ArtButMakeItSports (@ArtButSports) October 25, 2026

I like this ArtButMakeItSports X account:

And look at that NYT "Connections" image.

Sunrise.

The heron at dawn.

We see this heron every morning — lately — at a place I call the AVP (alternative vantage point). Now, we feel he knows us and waits for us. Before, he'd been standing rooted to one spot quite near the shore, undisturbed by our approach. There was an aura of mutual respect and trust. But this morning, as we walked up to where we would first see him, he flew up and crossed right in front of us. It was glorious! Then he landed right over there, where you see him in the photo, and he remained rooted there, posing for all our pictures.

Here's Meade's video:

Does Obama even know what cheesecake is?

I've listened to this 20 times:

I believe he's trying to talk like a standup comedian. I feel as though he's been coached on how to sound like a standup comedian who is also the Obama who once presided over what's now supposed to be remembered as a golden age.

That's not easy, but when he gets to his big punchline — "He's got the White House looking like Saddam Hussein opened a Cheesecake Factory" — it's like he doesn't even know what cheesecake is let alone have any familiarity with the restaurant chain a lot of Americans regard as a pretty nice place to go out to eat.

He went.

"We need to get a system that can get that right." Broadcaster Joe Davis reacts to the swing call that ended Game 2 of the World Series https://t.co/9IXmVGNPlC

— Talkin' Baseball (@TalkinBaseball_) October 25, 2026

The MLB rule book does not define a "swing" or "checked swing." It is 100% the umpire's judgment. But just about every accepted understanding makes that swing. The barrel of his bat was through the hitting zone -- past parallel to the front of the plate. Had the ball struck the bat it would have gone into fair territory. That's no different than a bunt attempt that isn't pulled back in time.

— Shipwreckedcrew (@shipwreckedcrew) October 25, 2026

"That [burned Limoges] City Hall is at the epicenter of generations of struggle. It's not connected to how I fancy croissants and brie..."

"... and red wine but all I can find now is kebab in a shop blaring rap.... We should be alert to how the history of struggle is obscured by the reactionary and racist commodification of nostalgia and tourism."

"Whereas clowns were naive idiots, bouffons savagely undermined the people in power."

"They were doing something important: using biting and at times cruel humor to undermine systemic injustice. It’s what satirists have done throughout history.... Ali G is a white imbecile—a delusional cultural appropriator—who steals the fashion and lyrics from his favorite gangsta rap and dancehall idols, from Compton to Kingston.... Like a good bouffon, he undermines that establishment—not the culture he loves and borrows from.... Each of my characters has a specific mechanism to encourage people to drop their guards and show what they really believe, prejudices and all. Borat, an antisemitic journalist, exposes Jew hatred, xeno­phobia, sexism, and casual racism. Erran Morad, a stereotype of a tough-guy Israeli commando—'I’ve been in 14 terror attacks,' he says in my new movie Ali G: Who Iz I?, 'and started two'—exposes Islamophobia.... Ali G works on another level. He’s not extreme—he’s just extremely dumb. But his absurd questions lead powerful people to underestimate him and answer in earnest, revealing their own biases...."

Writes Sacha Baron Cohen, in "Why Satire Is No Laughing Matter" (Time). 

According to Baron Cohen, the "bouffon" is a "tradition dated back to 11th century France, where societal outcasts—gay people, heretics, those with deformities—would be let back into their villages once a year to put on shows viciously mocking the ruling class."

I noticed that Time essay because of "What to Know About ‘Ali G: Who Iz I?’ Sacha Baron Cohen has revived his fictional wannabe rapper in a new movie that will be in theaters for just this weekend. Here’s what to know" (NYT).

Here's an excerpt from that (showing why Baron Cohen is highly motivated to justify his continuation of the Ali G character):

"A few years ago, I had the rather rudimentary realization that my aversion to being cold was causing me to shrink my life to fit within the walls of my apartment during winter."

"I’d decline invitations, measuring the worthiness of an activity by its proximity to a thermostat. When I realized being cold is not an emergency — it’s just discomfort, and discomfort can be tolerated — I got a better winter coat and stopped dreading February so much.

I'm reading "Outside Chance/We’ve plunged fully into fall, complete with cozy scarves and puffy vests. Why not venture into the woods?" — by Melissa Kirsch, who draws a distinction between being "outdoorsy" and "outsidey."

The movie I'd like to see is "My Dinner with Robert."

I'm picturing a "My Dinner with Andre" style conversation in a restaurant, and it's Billy Corgan and Robert Smith.

My dream is inspired by something Corgan said in the Popcast podcast at "Billy Corgan Unloads After a Lifetime of 'Mocking, Bullying, Laughing'" (NYT)(audio and transcript):

[W]e were told at some point in the early 2000s that those types of songs with those types of themes were no longer relevant, and off they went. That it was too complicated. The Cure had the same problem. I’ve been friends with Robert [Smith] for many years, and we would sit there somewhere in the early 2000s over a Chinese meal and lament, like, what the hell happened? This emotionally resonant music just seems like it’s been shoved aside by sociopathic influencers with kind of one-note music.... When they sold out alternative ethos for pop domination — in essence, celebrating Rihanna as an alternative star and wiping Siouxsie [Sioux] off the map — that to me was the great betrayal of the alternative ethos. So suddenly all the things that make alternative music so beautiful — the messiness, the dissonance, the out-of-tune guitars — it was like, nah, that’s just too messy. We don’t have time for that anymore. I started literally comparing the guitar in interviews to the saxophone....

There they are, Corgan and Smith in a Chinese restaurant, puzzling out what the hell happened. It's the Wally/Andre situation. There was an art form. It was vital and they were in the center of it, and where are they now? What happened?